s-e-x, y-o-u, wooooow

Hairache and Hair triumph leads to skitz brain, tres similar to effects of long term acid use. Think in little fragments or long drawn out conversations. Good for reading, wretched for writing. Email skills even have deteriorated.

Roommate purchases Harry Potter tickets. Just saw Transformers. First two movies I have/will have seen since March. My life and directorial experiences are moving along at such a rapid pace, I feel like I'm on a pull string attached to a Kawasaki goin full tilt on a superhighway. Can no longer do math. Amazing shows. Amazing Blackfoot Tunkashila.

Need to eat healthier. Show diet consists of coffee and everything purchasable within one block radius of Playhouse, i.e. bagels, sandwiches, sushi, and Starfucks.

Last night of the show, ran about trying to dispose of mass quantities of condoms donated to our company by the city. Three cases, three thousand units, plus a thousand little lube packets. I filled Soulflower's entire backpack, plus her boyfriend's (Flapjack), and gave bags to Apache (aka Cali) & Desert Dawn. How many pounds of condoms and glitter and come to the Be-In flyers did we chuck? Did Mr. B really ask us to come back anytime? Is this really my life? Am I really being pitched and pulled and have I really put myself here?

Indeed I have.

I pulled the Knight of Cups yesterday, when I asked my Tarot deck the Tarot-question equivalent of "What the fuck, yo?"
A proposition in the field of art.
Well what do I do about that?
The Chariot.
Ride out the storm. Get ready to be pulled in many directions. Steer hard, stay steady, strong, and success is guaranteed.

So I have my hands on the reins. I'm reading a lot. I am lighting some candles. I am trying to return to my body and my normal mind, so doing things like getting an eye exam this morning helped. But I dunno, kids. Life has kinda grabbed me full force, so I think I gotta just go with it.

Trippily yours,
Maggie